Rain is back with a vengeance. Last night there was a thunderclap so loud that it woke me from a sound sleep. So I lay awake, listening to the thunder and trying to fix all the wrongs of life. I wonder what it is about sleepless nights that makes one so acutely aware of struggle. All the things that can be blocked from mind during the light of day come scuttling out like cockroaches in the dark. I find that practicing the child-birth breathing exercises I was taught so long ago become very useful on nights like that.
Relax your brow, now let the muscles go loose in your jaw, your neck, breathe deeply, in.....out.....
It worked pretty well for me in childbirth, and it actually does help in sleeplessness. So does prayer. I think of relaxing my brow, my jaw, my neck and the various people I have promised to pray for during the day slip in to my head. Often they are people I don't know- Facebook friends that have asked for prayer. My prayers late at night are often unfocused and jumbled, and then drift away as I fall to sleep, but if anyone can make sense of them, of course God can. If I must obsess, I remind myself, better to obsess in prayer for others rather than uncontrollable calamities and woes.
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Like a city that is broken into and without walls Is a man who has no control over his spirit. (Proverbs 25:28 NASB)
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